Last week I was at Girl's Camp. This is year 3 for me. I made a blood oath to only go once. That turned out well. Air conditioning and a real shower simply can not be appreciated enough. Even now, I walk outside and start to sweat, and I get a nervous tick. Camp songs echo in my brain and there isn't enough chocolate in the world to quiet that pain.
Child #2 stepped up her game this year. Even I was impressed. She decided to see how many cheese balls she could shove in her mouth at once. For the record, it's 21. And to make it even better? She spit them all back out and then proceeded to eat them. My mother pride could hardly stand it.